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Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Once all of their things were unpacked, Nicolai stretched his arms and sat down on his bed. "Phew. I'm beat," he said, laying down. Picket, on the other hand, looked like he could climb a mountain with his bare hands. "Wow! Rooms so big! Much nicer than inns and hotels. And there are three couches with a TV! And a window!" he said, running through the rooms and looking over each one.

When he finished, he returned to the bedroom. "Let's eat! Picket hungry!" he exclaimed. The werewolf heard his stomach growl, a clear sign that he too was hungry. "That's to be expected. Breakfast was the last of our food, with the exception of that dried ice cream and a few nuts you found. Maybe they won't mind us poking around in the kitchen," he said, sitting up and walking back to the door. Picket was right behind him as the two of them left.

Nicolai had to keep an eye on the sprite to make sure he did not run off and begin another of his famous misadventures. At least there were not many people about, save for a few maids and butlers, to distract him. When they got to the kitchen, Picket imminently began looking around, opening the cabinet doors he could reach to see what was inside. Nicolai, however, called over one of the people there and asked if there was a menu of sorts the two of them could look over. "Don't get into anything Picket. I'd rather not have to explain a mess," he said, grabbing onto the sprite to make sure he heard. "Me make no promises. Oh! Crackers!" he said, running over to the salty snacks and eating them one at a time.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Picket was the first to respond, jumping up and down as he spoke. "It's great! Comfy beds! Lots of seats! A TV! A window! A full bathroom! So many things!" he said, naming off each individual thing that interested him inbetween bites of cracks. "Want cracker Ambrosia?" he asked, holding out the bowl to her.

Nicolai had been reading over the menu for the time, trying to decide what was best to order. When Ambrosia entered, he gave a polite bow before setting down the plastic panflit. "As my friend said, we have no conplaints and only compliments and praise. Thank you very much," he said. When the waiter came by, Nicolai made their order. "Two sandwichs please, preferably with full, uncut loafs and cut like hot dog buns. For toppings, a little of everything would be nice, also a bottle of each sauce. As for me, I'd like a steak, median rare with a bit of blood still on it. For drinks, a pitcher of water and a glass of apple juice please," he requested. The waiter looked shocked by this, but wrote down the order regardless before turning to Ambrosia.

((OOC: No worries.))

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Picket scratched his head in thought, trying to figure out what did happen to the crane. "I managed to convense him to let it stay in the room so we wouldn't lose it," Nicolai said. The sprite looked up and nodded vigorisly. "Yep yep yep. Scary Eyes went on and on and on and on and on about how me was going to lose paper birdy. So me finally agreed and let it be left in room," he added.

Nicolai walked over to the table and took a seat before picking up a cracker and eating it. "I'm sure we will, Miss Ambrosia. However, I do hope you and the others will not mind our company. Honestly, we can't seem to last more than a few days among others," he said, glancing at the happy little Picket. "People say me too noisy, destructive, uncontrollable, a disturbance to the peace, totally and completely unpredictable, annoying, obnoxous, too easy going, lacking focus, a monster, a disgrase, a pyromaniac, whatever that is, and a madman. No clue what they talking about," Picket added, then started eating crackers again.

The werewolf shook his head. "As you can see, not many people can stand him," he said. Although, the sprite left out the number of times they were run out of town or had bounties placed on them. Whenever they were in trouble, it was Nicolai who had to fight off the attackers. Thankfully, he could stand and fight or run with his two other forms.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai shook his head and smiled. "Indeed he is. Never a dull moment, and a handful to keep out of trouble," he confirmed. Maybe one day the two would eventually part ways, the choice being offered every day it seemed, yet the werewolf could not seem to abandon the sprite. Whatever it was that kept them together, it must either be a true friendship or a deep determination.

Picket giggled at the pat on his head and the compliment and advice Ambrosia gave him, then tilted his head. "Golden? But Picket not want to be golden. Gold, 79 number on the periodic table of elements and also know as capital A lower case u, is a heavy metal that easily sink, can be belt with little effort, and possesses a low melting point. Further more, it is a highly sought out metal that many have gone for far as to completely destroy the natural land marks it is located in purely for their own greed," he said, going into another of his intellectual rants.

"Picket...?" Nicolai asked, looking generally concerned. He had never known the sprite to mention something like that. "FOOD!" Picket let out, then climbed up on a chair, kicking his feet before finally getting into it, his chin barely getting above the table's surface. "Oh boy! Giant subs! Gimme Gimme!" he exclaimed, reaching out. Nicolai let out a sigh. "Never mind. You had me worried for a second," he said, then watched as the food was placed on the table.

((OOC: Got my own color texts mixed up.))

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai waited for his hostess's go ahead before he began cutting his steak. Picket actually had to prepare to eat by undoing the stings over his mouth. It was a strange way for him to dress, of course, but the sprite's head was really part of the mask he wore. Oddly enough, however, it was not completely connected to his body, so parts could be removed without him feeling a thing.

When he finished, he opened his mouth and took a big bite of his first sandwich. "Hmm. Needs sauce," he said, then reached and began adding the different sauces, ranging from hot sauce to ranch to others (If you've ever seen the anime Gun Sword, Picket eats like Van), before finally taking another bite, humming with pleasure. The sprite ate at a rapid pace, yet he did not seem to be without manners. Halfway through, he stopped to take a couple gulps of the pitcher of water that was his drink, then continued to eat.

Nicolai, however, was content with his plain steak and drink. "I'm a bit surprised. Do other werewolves live here?" he asked after a few bites. The way it was prepared made him wonder about that. It seemed to have just the right amount of blood in it, and was cooked to perfection for his liking. "Forgive, but I only ask because I usually have to ask for another due to it being overcooked," he explained.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai nodded at what she said, a smile coming to his features. "I see. I will try to be more at ease," he said, then took a drink before resuming his meal. A wide range of different tastes with cooks who knew how to fulfill them, and, so far anyway, there was only one person he knew of that had even the slightest dislike of Picket. Of course, he was still not thinking that this could become a long term home, they were guests after all, but maybe they would last more than a week here.

Picket continued to eat at his same pace. When he finally finished his first sandwich, he took another couple of gulps before pulling the second one over. With this one, he added the sauces again, a little less this time, and began eating once more. Halfway through, he stopped and patted his stomach, letting out a small burp. "That was good! Where to next?" he asked, seeing that Nicolai was almost finished.

The werewolf looked over at his friend, shrugged, and finished the last pieces of his meal before downing his drink. "Well, I don't really know. Would you recommend an area Miss Ambrosia?" he asked.

((OOC: Yeah. Great anime that one was.))

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

The two listened to her as she informed of the different rooms available and ones that were being renovated. The beach sounded like a good place to him, and Picket loved to play in the sand and make large sand castles. However, the den and bar said to him "preparation room". "Those sound magnificent. If you are finished, would you care to show us to the den and bar?" Nicolai asked.

Picket held up his hand, looking disagreeable. "Beach," he said. The werewolf figured that would come, but he had a plan for that. "First we go to the den and bar, see if they have some snacks and fruity drinks, then we can go to the beach," he explained. The sprite didn't seem convensed. "Picket watching you," he stated, then put on a smile as he turned and hopped out of the chair. "Sand. Water. Waves. Salt. Crabs. Castles. Shells. Random rock covering for no reason other than two people hiding behind them (Seriously). Giant sharks," he said, running around with his arms out stretched as though he were pretending to be a plane.

Nicolai stood as well, but ignored most of what Picket said. "Also, would you have time later today or tonight to give us a full toru?" he asked Ambrosia.

((OOC: Feel free to move us to the den and bar.))